What the hell am I doing writing another story?
I don't own Kuroko no Basuke, but the obvious OC is someone whom I own.
This is done for my own wandering mind. I have no clue as to why I made this, but I hope you enjoy. *flies off into the corner of shame*
"Finished."
A pen clattered onto the table, rolling near the edge precariously. The teenage boy ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the silence of his empty household. His mother and father were out working, so it was just him at home as usual. They trusted him enough that they left him alone since he was more mature than most kids around his age. It was a question that was rarely brought up, and he was fine with that. He didn't want people snooping around his life, and -gods forbid- pitying him for it.
Although, he did have to question the intelligence of his classmates if they asked him if his hair color was naturally white every school year. Whenever they tried asking again, he'd stare at them until they left him alone for good. Peace and quiet were his two of his favorite things, alongside light novels and his minor hobby of playing basketball.
This pen pal project that his teacher conducted was to strengthen the bonds between people. The teen wanted to snort at the idea because not only was it annoying on both parts of the two people, but it was something that took away his precious free time.
Grey eyes ghosted over the words that lay on the paper, each one filled with contempt and annoyance that would drive any sane person away.
That is why his letter was kind enough to spell it out for him.
Dear Sakamura Akira,
I'll cut straight to the point instead of beating the bush: I don't want to be your pen pal. I find this entire thing a waste of time. It will be bothersome to the both of us as we struggle to find common ground, and I, for one, do not want to deal with such annoyances. This will be the first and last letter that you'll receive from me.
From,
Mayuzumi Chihiro
Nothing cuts the heart like the pure truth, he thought.
It had taken him three rewrites, mostly because Akira was a unisex name and he kept using pronouns, but he managed to write out what he wanted to say. Now, all he had to do was send the letter, and he would never have to deal with this pen pal ever again.
What he didn't expect was a letter in relatively neat handwriting waiting for him at home the following day. The object itself was plain in sight with the obvious address on the corner, name of the recipient, but the thing that stood out against the plain envelope was the blank heart sticker that sealed it.
He knew that he shouldn't have, but he was a bit curious as to the person's reaction.
Dear Mayuzumi-sama,
Wow, you sure know how to make an impression. Be thankful that I'm not easily discouraged by things, or maybe in your case, be unthankful? Is that even a word? I need to look that up. No matter what, I'm going to write to you a letter. Heck, you can insult me if you want. After all, an insulting letter is better than nothing at all.
In the words of the cheesy romance novels that my cousin reads, I won't give up on you!
From,
Sakamura Akira
P.S. To put your mind to rest, I'm a girl. Yes, I know. Akira is mostly a guy's name, and I could see you avoiding the pronouns like the damn plague in this letter.
His eyebrow was slightly raised at the end of the letter, which was more emotion than he'd made for the past year. Somehow in some way, he found himself writing another letter, and when he realized what he'd done, it was already on its way to the post office.
Dear Sakamura,
Of all the comparisons you could've made with your speech, you chose love novels. Are you some love struck idiot or something?
From,
Mayuzumi Chihiro
P.S. Mayuzumi-sama?
Dear Mayuzumi-sama,
No, that title belongs to my mentioned cousin. I actually don't like romance novels, or romance in general. It's something that I'd like to have one day when I'm not going through the awkward phrase known as puberty. Plus, I know I'm too young to enjoy (or suffer, your choice) love anyways.
School is kicking my ass, and if I'm daydreaming about some boy instead of my random thoughts, I'll get whooped so badly that it wouldn't be funny in the slightest.
Uh...it's nothing.
From,
Sakamura Akira
P.S. Trust me, it's nothing.
Dear Sakamura,
Tell me the reason, and I might actually consider writing to you.
From,
Mayuzumi Chihiro
Dear Mayuzumi-sama,
You really don't beat around the bush, don't you?
Eh, that's better than being secretly mocked behind someone's back and treated like trash. Excuse the guaranteed awkwardness that may ensue because I'm horrendous at explaining things correctly, and mind you, this is my fourth attempt at making it sound normal. Even then, it's hideous.
To make this short, sweet, and somewhat rant-filled, your 'better-than-you' attitude as well as the superior sounding tone to your words just made me think of a self-respecting loner.
I mean, the only people who act like that are loners since they tend to hate everyone else because, I'll admit, most of us aren't very smart. If that's incorrect, then sorry.
However, if you said those words to my face, I wouldn't have hesitated to punch you in the face. Be lucky I can't send a punch through paper. I wouldn't say the same for my previous drafts on this very letter though. In the end, calling you Mayuzumi-sama seemed to fit.
From,
Sakamura Akira
P.S. If you want, you can give me a nickname.
Dear Sake,
You constantly talk about nonsense, so you must be either drunk or an idiot. Sake seems to fit the bill quite nicely. As for the superior tone, I'm most likely your senior by, at the very least, a year.
From,
Mayuzumi Chihiro
Dear Mayuzumi-sama,
I just started Junior High, so you're most likely right on that note. It's kinda redundant if I call you sempai Mayuzumi-sama, so I'm sticking to calling you Mayuzumi-sama instead. If you're graduating, then what high school are you going to in the future?
From,
Sake
It took Mayuzumi Chihiro a month later to realize that he was still replying to her strange and rather obscure letters. By that point, he wrote more than what he normally would've, making his teacher happy with his progress. To say that he liked writing to her was stretching the truth. To say he hated it...well, that certainly wasn't the case anymore.
He inwardly groaned. This wouldn't end well.